Amid the Blue Ridge Mountains there lived a maiden fair Whose life was pure as heaven, whose heart was free from care She dreamed of love and romance with heart so glad and free No bloom within the future young Freda Bolt could see Nearby lived Dearon Harmond, a boy she loved so well And of these two young lovers a story I will tell 'Twas late one Thursday evening, the stars were shining dim That Dearon called his sweetheart to come and go with him [Instrumental break] He told her on tomorrow that they would surely wed But little was she thinking he'd take her life instead They motored to Bent Mountain, a place so dark and lone And there her form so helpless he placed beneath a stone Away from home and mother that Freda loved so well The bitter pain and anguish no mortal tongue can tell Through tears she pled for mercy, but heeding not her cry Young Harmon left his sweetheart in agony to die [Instrumental break] We think the God in heaven must surely heard her cry And sent a band of angels to linger very nigh And bear her spirit over to yonder's happy shore Where dying comes, no, never and parting is no more.